After two full months of television avoidance I can now say that I am officially back on the juice!

My 1-year-old nephew helped me break the drought yesterday morning when he was chewing on the remote and accidentally turned on the TV. Upon the realisation that I could (finally) watch TV again, I came rushing to the lounge – toy zebra in arms and eyes glued to the screen.

Today marks the halfway point in my ‘No TV Challenge‘. Although the challenge, set by my dastardly friend Tracey, offered me the option of splitting it into two single months rather than one long, consecutive stretch, I want to get this baby over and done with!

My old favourite, Neighbours, started back this week and of course I wasn’t there to see it. Thankfully, due to the joys of that other time-sucker (the Internet) I have a pretty good idea of what’s going on. Nevertheless, I do feel more than slightly compelled to break my TV ban – just for the day – to catch up on the Ramsay street antics.

But I won’t.

No, I shall remain strong.

Are you surprised that I’ve managed to last this long without TV? I find it completely out of character that I’ve barely even complained! (At least, compared to my usual level of complaining). Perhaps I didn’t love television so much after all…

Today is the first day of the rest of my life… but it’s also the first day I give up TV for 2 months! (List item number 14, courtesy of my bff, Tracey).

In fact, I tried to start the challenge yesterday, but forgot, and accidentally ended up watching The Morning Show (my loyalty to Larry Emdur shall henceforth never waiver). It included a very engaging piece on “Extreme Cougars” (and not the four-legged kind either). It was both disturbing and enthralling.

But that’s TV!

Of course, I was still reeling from missing the final episode of Neighbours for the year. I had my whole evening planned out and then my equally fanatical Neighbours fan of a friend’s tyre exploded in protest and I was stranded in Milsons Point.